[Hook]
My wrist is froze
My whip 2 doors
Pour up some more
Relax
Let it go (x9)
[Verse 1]
Beamer truck ridin' cause I wanted to go fast
On the highway speedin' and I'm bout to do the dash
Designer drippin' on my body, outfit cost 3 stacks
When I'm in the mood I mix the Ricky with the Raf
Ridin through the city in a Rover with my team
No acne on my face but rockin' acne on my jeans
Only rock Supreme when I mix it with Louis V
Call my plug so much he prolly think that I'm a feign
Yeah, and I own this sh*t
Pull up I'm ready to blow this sh*t
I walk around like I own this b*tch, yeah
I thought I told you this
When I'm around I control this sh*t
Look at my eyes I'm a soulja b*tch
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
If I don't text you back its cause I'm getting to this cash
Stop blowin up my phone because I'm not hittin ya back
Don't ask me for a feature cause I know your sh*t is wack
You see me in the field I'm workin' hard I never lack
I know you're seeing me
Stop actin like you don't like me
When I'm at your home on your flatscreen, yeah
Imma skrrt off in a Aston
Shooters in back and they blastin
I'm living this sh*t and you actin'
[Hook]